Chapter 6. First Orgasm

By Agustín

There’s something so powerful about her that I’m becoming obsessed; there are so many nights when I find myself thinking about Any, and when I do, my penis gets hard without me being able to control it at all.

I’m fun, a party guy, and I don’t look my age, but suddenly I feel too old to be with her.

I even feel like a pervert when I think about her age, because when I think about her body…

She got out of my car pretty angry; if she knew how hard I’m trying not to take her in my arms, maybe she’d understand me.

I’m dying to drive her wild.

She’s so passionate that she sets me off like a lit fuse sets off gunpowder.

I stayed in my car for a while; I wanted to get my thoughts in order, but my mind wasn’t in control of my body.

When I calmed down a bit, I drove off.

I called Carlos to go out to dinner and celebrate the contract.

We met at a restaurant we go to sometimes.

It’s a quiet place.—Man

, I can’t believe we landed the contract.

We were both in disbelief and overjoyed.

We’re not doing badly financially—quite the opposite—but this contract means a lot of money, as well as a lot of work and responsibility, which we’ve always had professionally.

It’s true; we’re serious guys when it comes to work.

We toasted several times.—

Now tell me, how come you were about to hook up with some young girl in your office?

I was trying to figure out what words to use, but he said it straight out, and that’s exactly what I almost did.—She drives me

crazy; when she’s around, I forget about the world.

I confessed, knowing he wouldn’t judge me for Any’s age, even though I’d just mentioned it.

Besides, people who see her—even though you can tell she’s young—don’t think she’s 17; she dresses like an older girl, and she’s always so sexy that many must get turned on just like me, just by looking at her.

I didn’t like that thought at all… the thing is, I was really dying to have her, to make her mine, and I didn’t like it one bit that she was with another man—or even that anyone was looking at her.—

“And you’re an idiot, saying we were going to hook up with hookers.”

I said, continuing the conversation—or my train of thought.—

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

“I’m not seeing anyone—I’m just so turned on I can’t shake it.” “But

that bitch is all over you and teasing you.

And I’m dying to have her; I’m scared of how I feel about her, and it’s hard for me to admit it.” “Whatever

. But she’s Ivana and Willy’s niece—I’ll lose them as friends if I lay a finger on her. By the way, thanks for interrupting; I don’t think I could’ve stopped myself.”

I’m embarrassed—really, when I’m with her, I feel as hormonal as a teenager.—

She’s all talk

, sure, but in reality she’s still a virgin.

I don’t want her to think my girl is a slut—she’s not.—

With that body and she’s a virgin?

My friend recognizes what a body Any has—she’s really eye-catching. She’s not voluptuous, like Ludmila is, but that girl’s curves drive everyone crazy. Add to that her angelic face, her spectacular beauty, the way she acts… the way she kisses me back. I’m going down the wrong path; I’d better pay attention to the conversation.

—“Yeah, she’s really close to Ivana and Ludmila, and between the two of them, they managed to keep her from sleeping with a couple of guys when she was dating them. They talk to her a lot; she looks up to them a lot. Her aunt is her idol, and so is Ludmila.” “I’d totally hook up with

that crazy girl.”

—I know, you’re such an idiot. I’ve told you a thousand times to come to the get-togethers. The group’s a little calmer now because three of the girls are pregnant, but we have a lot of fun—we even played “Truth or Dare” once.

Carlos laughs because it’s a teenage game.—How

old are they?

—At a get-together,” I continue, ignoring his comment. —Willy wanted Ivana to say that her first boyfriend had been the most important man in her life. He got so worked up that we all realized it had been him—ten years ago. At that party, he was with this stunning woman—dumb, but stunning. He was only with her to make Ivana jealous, and I was playing second fiddle to Ivana; the other guy got super jealous.

—“Of the girlfriend?

”—“No, of Ivana. Ivana is that bitch’s aunt.”—“Yeah

, I know that.”—“We were playing

truco, and we’d take off a piece of clothing if we lost. Ivana took off the miniskirt she was wearing, and when I looked at her ass, Willy almost killed me. Of course, when Ludmila was left in just her bra, I made a joke, too.”

“She’s got some tits.” “Yeah

, and they’re natural. The bitch who was with Willy that day took off her bra—she had breast implants. It was crazy how much silicone was in there, and Willy didn’t even bat an eye when I told him I wanted a threesome.” “You’re

such a son of a bitch.”

“That’s why things are a little strained between us and Willy—not because of his girlfriend at the time, but because I was always messing with Ivana, even though I never even got close enough to her for a little peck.” “Willy hasn’t been out partying with us in

a while; he’s head over heels for his wife. So how did that bitch get into the group?

Carlos knows Willy; we used to go out together all the time—the guys, of course.”

—“Her mom died—on the same day Willy’s mom passed away—which is why they ran into each other at the hospital. The thing is, we were at Ariel’s house; he’d just gotten married to Brisa, and that little bitch called her aunt crying, telling her that her dad had left and was going to forget about her mom. We went to pick her up—this was two years ago— I couldn’t believe how much she’d grown, but she was 15 or 16—I didn’t even look at her. Well, just a little, but nothing at all.

“You’re a pervert.” “No

, you idiot, I didn’t pay her much attention—at least I didn’t mean to—but Any’s always hanging out with the girls. At our get-togethers, she’s with us and has no filter; she tells us everything, maybe thinking that talking about certain topics makes her an adult, and the girls want to kill her, but the little bitch doesn’t care about anything. She has a strong personality. The thing is, both Ludmila and Ivana are very independent—they own the clothing factory, they’re always traveling on business to the U.S., and they’ve even been to China—and she soaks it all up: the confidence and freedom with which both Ludi and Ivana move. And at the gatherings, we’re all adults, and she soaks up everyone else’s experience.

“Are you sure she’s a virgin?

” “Yeah, totally. I realized a while back that Any was flirting with me—when she’d stand up, she’d wiggle her butt at me, and I’d look at it without realizing she wasn’t even trying to hide it. One day, Willy gave me an earful.” “How

do you know she’s a virgin?

”—That idiot said it at some gathering and at Catalina’s birthday party, which was on the same day as Ludmila’s—since they have the same birthday—so they held it in the same room. There were games and a giant maze for adults. At first, Any started crying because her dad was paying attention to one of the girls. Can you believe it? Luis had her when he was 18 or 20, and he’s a widower. poor guy. Any hugged me in front of everyone—she was crying. I spoke to her calmly, and then she took me to a cabin to go down the slide. She wanted us to go down together with her clinging to my legs, but I told her no. In that cabin, she rushed me—it seemed like I was the teenager and not her. She cornered me and… I lost my head for the first time.

—“Couldn’t anyone see you?

”—“No. She started by saying that Willy and Ivana do it everywhere and that they hadn’t seen that spot—that you couldn’t see it from anywhere. She kissed me…”—“How

the hell do you know she’s a virgin?

”—“Today… she kissed me too, and… I kissed her back… with caresses… I made her come while I was kissing and touching her. Shit, I know she’s a little girl…”

I close my eyes, because I remember that moment and I know I was on the verge of having sex with her.—

In the car, she asked me if what she felt was an orgasm. They’re going to kill me. I swear I don’t want her around, because I know she’s underage and I lose control when I’m next to her. On top of that, she tells me that if we don’t do it, she’s going to do it with some college classmate or a friend from high school.

Carlos was laughing.

I can’t talk about this, at least not so openly, with Willy or with the guys we always hang out with—they’ve known her since she was little, and I couldn’t confess to them how I feel about Any.

I can’t say that I lie awake aroused thinking about her, that I don’t act like an adult when I’m around her, that I desire her like an animal.

“She’s very manipulative—it must be from being around that crazy… Ludmila. At one point she was threatening to report me; when we almost crashed, she told me she had her ways of getting the police to take her report, and she stroked my chest, winking at me while she insulted me.” “You were

impressed by my friend.”

I confirmed it, because she wouldn’t stop mentioning her. “How

old is she?” “She just turned

27.” “I’d definitely sleep with her

twice, no question.”

“You say that because we don’t usually go out with the same girls twice in a row.” “She has

a partner, sort of—they’re something like friends with benefits.” “I’m

not jealous of that bitch—you’re jealous like a boyfriend in love.”

Now he really went off the rails; I don’t know how many times he said I sounded like a jealous boyfriend.

No, sir, that can’t be—I just want… to be with her, make her mine, feel her…

My inner macho comes out, and I tell him I just want sex—“I

want to fuck that girl and I can’t do it; that’s why I lose control—she’s forbidden fruit.” “Shit

, your situation is complicated.”

—“It’s just that even though I’m 18, I can’t just fuck her and not even look at her the next day.”—

Forget it; everyone’s going to give you a hard time.—I…

I’d do it a couple of times and…—You’ve already

gone from “once” to “a couple of times.”—She left me

boiling; today I have to hire one of the good ones.—

Okay, let’s go.

We ended up at the club where we usually go.

I picked a prostitute who looked like that bitch—skinny, blonde, young… but even that wasn’t enough.

I don’t recognize myself at all; I’ve never cared so much about any woman, and she was… just a kid.

It’s crazy—I’m dying of desire for Any, and there’s nothing I can do.